- Mr. Adipocire, an eminent and reflecting Tallow Chandler.
- Mrs. Adipocire, an every-day sort of Woman.
Time—Evening. The Sea-shore.
MR. A.
How harden’d is the man who has not felt
His heart ’neath Nature’s influences melt!
MRS. A.
You promised all these terms of art to drop;
Indeed, my dear, you savour of the shop.
MR. A.
’Tis sweet to see the lazy clouds decamp,